Chapter 1664: He Is Really Courting Death

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"Don't worry, Princess. I have a perfect plan. I will give the Demon Flame to you!"

Seeing the gratitude and appreciation expressed by the daughter of Mammon, Prince Nightblade was very excited. He repeatedly promised in a voice transmission, "In the next meeting, I will definitely take the head of the Demon Flame and give it to your Highness as a gift!"

"Then I will give you the Demon Flame." The daughter of Mammon looked at Prince Nightblade, nodded and said in a voice transmission, "But no matter what the result is, you need to ensure your own safety. We need you in the Dark Demon Realm."

Although she said so, in fact, the daughter of Mammon wished that Prince Nightblade and his father, the Night Demon King, would be finished sooner. But now is the time to use people, so she can only use some false feelings and provocation to coax Prince Nightblade.

Sure enough, after hearing the little concern of the daughter of Mammon, Prince Nightblade was so excited that he almost burned up. He hurriedly followed the daughter of Mammon and tried to please her. In addition, his subordinate, the bearded Purton, also flattered him for a while.

In the eyes of the master and servant, the son of the demon god who was slowly walking towards them seemed to be the stepping stone to their success!

It seemed that as long as they could get rid of this son of the demon god, the champion of this Hell Conference would be in their pockets. The stunning daughter of Mammon would also be within their reach.

When that time comes, even the entire Dark Demon Realm will probably fall into the hands of Prince Nightblade and his father, the Great Demon King Night Evil, in the coming days!

Prince Nightblade and his trusted subordinate, the one-armed bearded Purton, had their eyes shining when they thought of their great future. Even the look in their eyes when they looked at Wang Yan was full of eagerness and ruthlessness.

I'm afraid they have to settle all the new and old grudges together.

Wang Yan naturally saw Prince Nightblade and his trusted subordinates, their eyes met in the air, and the fierce edge was like a gunpowder barrel with a lit fuse, as if it would explode at any time.

The audience didn't know about the feud between the two. They were terrified and nervous in the atmosphere of the two. They secretly wondered in their hearts: Is this the so-called "there is no room for two tigers in one mountain"?

"I can make enemies wherever I go."

The Dark Saint couldn't help but roll her eyes at Wang Yan in her heart and muttered secretly.

It seems that Wang Yan had contact with the Night Blade Prince a long time ago and seemed to have made an enemy. However, based on her understanding of Wang Yan, that guy would definitely not suffer, so she was not worried. And she was happy to be able to throw the big trouble of Night Blade to Wang Yan, so she was relaxed at the Hell Conference.

As the deputy general of the Dark Saint, Asmodeus, the head of the evil spirits, was still gentle, calm and restrained.

He looked at the Dark Saint, and then looked back and forth between Night Blade and Wang Yan for a few times, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, as if seeing Wang Yan and Prince Night Blade making an enemy was a very comfortable thing for him.

"Okay, it's our turn!"

"Brothers, let's go!"

"Go, go, go, ah!"

As Wang Yan walked out of the passage, the group of men and troops behind him were all in high spirits, and followed closely with great excitement.

Especially Lord Chihuo, who was in high spirits.

He was born in a humble family, his mother died for him when he was young, and his father Chi Lianmou didn't recognize him at all. As an unrecognized illegitimate child, he grew up completely in the streets and alleys. Later, he was lucky enough to become a nominal lord, but he was poor and had to be bullied by wild monsters like the Lord of Yanhu in his fiefdom.

It was not until he met the boss Wang Yan that he turned over and achieved what he has today.

And now, he has come to the world of hell, the highest hall of the strong, and is about to be inspected by the three great demons and the people of hell. How can he not be excited?

"Hahaha, applause louder! Cheer louder! I, Lord Chihuo, am here!"

Lord Chihuo was in high spirits and excited, pulling his mount to the center of the field.

His mount was the Lava Hellhound that he got from Wang Yan. The majestic and cool Lava Hellhound undoubtedly greatly increased his inflated self-confidence at the moment.

However, just as he stepped into the venue, the originally very lively scene suddenly became quiet.

An awkward atmosphere began to flow in the air.

Lord Chihuo was surprised and thought to himself, is he not as handsome as the boss? Why was the crowd boiling when the boss went out, but when it came to him, the audience's mood cooled down? He can't be so unpopular, right?

Just after a brief silence at the scene, voices of doubt began to reach his ears.

"What, what?"

"These are..."

"Slaves? Your Highness Mo Yan, you actually used a miscellaneous slave cannon fodder army to participate in the war? Are you kidding me?"

Not only the Fallen Demon Realm and the Dark Demon Realm camps were questioning, even the audience in the Purgatory Demon Realm camp were stunned at this moment.

The team behind Wang Yan was indeed well-equipped, but those fat and huge ogres, the barbarian soldiers with tendons all over their bodies, the enchanting succubus and the charming harpy, their racial characteristics could not be covered by the equipment and armor.

What's more, these troops and some generals still had slave collars around their necks. Anyone who was not a fool could tell at a glance that this was a mixed team composed entirely of slaves and barbarians.

"Tsk tsk, Mo Yan of the Purgatory Demon Clan is too arrogant, right?"

"Slaves, all of them are miscellaneous slaves. What on earth is that Mo Yan thinking? He actually dared to use a large army of slaves to participate in the Hell Conference? He really thought that the ace main forces of other forces were all made of paper?"

"Those slave armies seem to have good weapons and equipment."

"What's the use of good equipment? Look at those slaves, most of them are half-step S-level soldiers, and the proportion of legendary level is less than one-tenth. This kind of strength is considered elite under normal circumstances, but this is the Hell Conference?"

"Huh, what, do you look down on people? Is he so arrogant just because he is the son of the demon god?"

"Hehe, what's so great about the son of the demon god? The leader of our Dark Demon Realm camp is the daughter of the demon god!"

"It sounds like the leader of any side is not the heir of His Majesty the Demon God."

"..."

Wang Yan led a mixed army of miscellaneous slaves, which directly made the audience of the Fallen Demon Realm and the Dark Demon Realm camp explode.

The Hell Conference is a grand conference where the top young masters of the Hell World fight to the death. It is also a stage for the three demon gods to compete for hegemony. The rules adopted are legion battles that simulate real wars. Therefore, each side has a supreme demon god to support it. The young heroes who lead the army are all the top trump card soldiers in the major forces. Even the worst cannon fodder is the elite selected from thousands of times.

But now this son of Satan, Mo Yan, is so good that he only uses a mixed group of slave legions to participate in the war. Is this bullying the other two demon gods who have no one under their command? Or is he so arrogant that he dares to joke with his own life?

Especially Prince Yeren, who frowned. Why did this son of Mo Yan bring these slave legions to participate in the war? Although he had fought with these slave legions last time, these slave legions were still elite.

But no matter how elite they are, they are only half-step S-level foundation, plus some captain-level legends.

In this army of 100 people, only half of them are legendary?

Just ask, which seeded player didn't bring enough 100 legendary soldiers in the preliminary 100-man battle?

Just as Ye Ren was thinking.

"What are you arguing about? Slave, what's wrong with slaves?"

Lord Chihuo saw the audiences of the two camps around him talking, and immediately roared to the two crowds, "I am the first loyal dog of His Majesty Mo Yan!"

After this roar, many subordinates and troops in the slave army led by Wang Yan immediately responded loudly.

"That's right! I want to be His Majesty Mo Yan's slave, what's the matter?"

"You want to be, can you be?"

"That's right, you want to be His Majesty Mo Yan's slaves, but His Majesty Mo Yan may not accept you!"

"Why are you staring? If you stare again, I'll dig out your eyeballs!"

The audiences of the Fallen Demon Realm and the Dark Demon Realm camps were all stunned by the shouting of Wang Yan's team.

After reacting, they all cursed in their hearts, what a joke? Those slaves actually dared to curse and gouge out their eyeballs?

Oh my God!

Is it true? Did they hear it right? Where do these slaves get their confidence and courage?

The audiences of the Fallen Demon Realm and Dark Demon Realm camps were stunned and a little dizzy.

However, it was not only these slaves who surprised them. The audiences of the Purgatory Demon Realm camp on the opposite side also recovered from the brief shock and launched a fierce war of words against the Fallen Demon Realm and Dark Demon Realm camps.

"Our great Lord Mo Yan, it is enough to use a miscellaneous slave army to deal with you third-rate stuff!"

"Yes! That's right! To deal with you soft eggs, our great Lord Mo Yan does not need any ace troops at all!"

"What? Not convinced? See you on the battlefield later?"

"..."

The audiences of the Purgatory Demon Clan camp completely supported Wang Yan's incarnation of the Son of the Demon God without thinking, and scolded the audiences of the two opposite camps so much that both teams were severely despised.

With such harsh criticism, the audiences from the other two camps would definitely not agree. As it was a matter of dignity, these audiences did not care whether the Demon God projection was present or not, and they launched a counterattack on the spot.

Soon, the audiences from the three camps fell into mutual insults, and the entire venue became chaotic.

"This, really, really wants to die..."

The Dark Saint had an embarrassed expression, and secretly wiped a drop of cold sweat in her heart, thinking that Wang Yan was really a troublemaker. A good hell conference with the largest number of participants in history was turned into this by him.

Beside the Dark Saint, the head of the evil spirits, Asmodeus, was surprised, but more interested. All the fallen angels are people who are unwilling to succumb to rules and authority. Otherwise, they would not follow Lord Samael and betray the God of Light. But now it seems that this son of the Demon God, Mo Yan, is more rebellious than the fallen angels.

On the opposite side, the daughter of Mammon was also dumbfounded under the mask, sweating coldly. She thought, it was clearly a solemn and dignified Hell Conference, and she was on edge the entire time, but what was going on now? Was this Demon God's son, Mo Yan, too arrogant? Or was he really not afraid of death?

"This ignorant fellow..."

Prince Ye Ren was tempted to think, and secretly cursed Mo Yan for being so arrogant, really looking for death!

But this demon flame can't be so arrogant for long. The Hell Conference is about to begin. He Yeren must personally deal with this annoying guy and let his name resound throughout hell!

No matter if he wants to show off or hide his strength. Just because he took these miscellaneous slave troops and pretended to be the ace army to fight, he must be killed.

"Satan, what's wrong with your son? Bringing slaves to challenge the daughter of this god, is he deliberately looking down on people?" On the stands above the venue, the dark demon Mammon glared, and his anger surged.

"Hmph, in my opinion, it's not his son who looks down on people, but he Satan did it on purpose!" The fallen demon Samael's eyes gradually darkened, "What? Do you think that after having this son, your illegitimate son will be able to defeat this god's heir?"

There was a quarrel below, and now he was being stared at by the two demons. The demon Satan was sweating wildly in his heart, and secretly sighed that his son was really a troublemaker.

In such a formal and serious occasion, he brought a group of inferior slaves to the stage. Isn't this obviously a mockery of the whole audience?

When the demon god Satan thought of this, he sighed in his heart. He had said long ago that he would let this kid lead his Hell Slayer and Breath of Flame Plunderer to the stage majestically, but this kid insisted on using his slave army. Isn't this a sincere attempt to cause trouble?

Now all the pressure is concentrated on him as a father. Only now did he understand that being a father is really not easy.

Fortunately, the demon god Satan himself is a rampant person. Now he has no choice but to go all out and be rampant all the way.

Thinking of this, the demon god Satan also gave up. At this moment, his tiger body shook, his neck raised, and he opened his mouth and said fiercely: "That's right! This demon god did it on purpose! My son is born brave, and those shitty heirs of yours are no match for my son! The miscellaneous slave army is enough."

At this point, there is only a broken pot to break.

"You!"

The Dark Demon God Mammon and the Fallen Demon God Samael were so angry that their eyes almost burst and they almost vomited blood.

This bastard Satan is so arrogant!

And his son Moyan is really more rampant and more unbridled than the other!

If they were not worried that the fish would be destroyed and the net would be broken, and the other demon god would reap the benefits, these two demon gods would really want to go up and fight with this Satan right now.

He dared to mock them and their heirs in front of them. This is too infuriating!

"Okay, okay, Satan, you have guts!"

The Dark Demon God Mammon narrowed his eyes and snorted coldly, "I want to see how your precious son will beat my daughter in the Hell Conference!"

On the other side, the Fallen Demon God Samael also showed his sharp eyes and said coldly: "Satan, you said this, I remember it!"

The two demon gods were murderous. If the previous decision to kill Wang Yan was just a secret plan, now that they were all rudely ridiculed, killing Wang Yan has almost become the top priority of the two major camps of the Dark Demon Realm and the Fallen Demon Realm!

The demon god Satan still did not change his face, always maintaining his wild and cool posture, but in fact, at this moment, his heart was already surging, and he cursed secretly.

Just kidding, the matter has become so big that the two demon gods on the other side are really angry. Who knows what means of cutting off the descendants of the contestants in these two major camps will use to deal with his precious son in the Hell Conference?

No! The thought of no descendants made the devil Satan feel cold all over. No, no, I have to teach my son some tricks later, otherwise it will be too late when he goes to the battlefield!

Not only his son's fate, but also his fate, Satan's fate, and the fate of the Purgatory Demon Clan, all depend on this Hell Conference.

From now on, whether he, the devil Satan, and the entire Purgatory Demon Clan will live or die, whether they will dominate the world or perish completely, all depends on his precious son!

Son, don't let your father down.

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